This is a song about "Hating your mother"

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

Liked by none, bad enough you still live with your mother

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

He will make a song that is stating and hating all of your sins

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

I hate you and your mother,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

You are hating and masturbating on your fucking floor

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Guess who that girl was it was your mother

I go, in when i start putting words out

Come there, if your mother is around

I thought i recognized her

Inhospitable like your mother